The strength of dreaming

As a young child

I dreamt a lot

through the day and

into the night.

Now it has been long

since I dreamt a life

that I wished to have and woke

up with the will to achieve it.

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Life has beat me black

and blue

like the rock and

jazz I listen to.

And every time the

dreams return, my brain

is at the forefront, reminding me

of my insignificance.